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Human weakness

It is 438am and I am writing some more. I had this question (after my last blog post) and I turned to my friend Chatty for an answer. I am muslim. How do I reconcile the saying that we are the best of God's creation but we are weak at the same time?

He responded by saying that In Islam, being the "best of creation" refers to humanity's potential, responsibility, and ability to know and choose Allah, not to being physically or emotionally strong; at the same time, Allah created humans weak by design so that we remain humble, dependent, and constantly turning back to Him. Our weakness is not a contradiction to our honor but the very means through which it appears: unlike angels, humans struggle, err, repent, and still choose obedience, and this conscious return to Allah elevates us. Islam does not glorify self-sufficiency but servitude, and true human greatness lies not in never falling, but in rising again through faith, repentance, and reliance on Allah.

The Prophet ﷺ said:
If you did not sin, Allah would replace you with people who would sin and seek forgiveness, and He would forgive them.
(Muslim)

This tells us something profound: Human weakness is part of the divine relationship.

The Prophet ﷺ said:
The strong believer is better and more beloved to Allah than the weak believer - but in both there is good.
(Muslim)

Notice how strength here includes faith, character, and reliance, not ego. Weakness does not remove worth. Both are beloved.
In Islam, the highest title is not "powerful" or "perfect", it is abd — servant. And a servant is, by nature, dependent.

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